It was the first Sunday in Belize, and the other guys had decided to go over to the mainland for the day, to go explore some Mayan ruins. I wasn't so interested, and decided to spend my day in the village, going through shops and generally walking around. Anna bid us farewell, closing and locking the door behind us as we left. I was barely halfway to town wh...
Just as you're putting on your dark burgundy lipstick, there is a light knock at the door. You glance one last time over the entire length of your tall, slender body. You look awesome, nothing unusual there, your 38D breasts almost bulging out of your low cut, backless halter top. Your dark, almost black hair cascades halfway down your bare back. Your short,...
A few weeks had gone by since my initial sexual encounter with my roommates. I was exhausted, every day I'd arrive home from college to find they had yet another surprise in store for me. I'd been fucked by both of them in every which way I could imagine possible, but today I was to discover just how wrong I could be. As I walked through the front door I he...
Cuckolding isn't just for White folks, alright? My name is Stevenson Jeannot, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the lovely City of Brockton, Massachusetts. My lovely wife Wendy and I are seriously into kinky stuff, including cuckolding. It's just the way we get down, folks. Black couples are exploring the world of swinging and cuckolding...
"Mansour, tonight you're my little bitch, get inside and do as I say, or I swear your ass is totally going to get it," Zafiya Akufo Al-Azhari said haughtily to her husband Mansour Al-Azhari, and the tall, curvaceous and wily young Muslim woman stood there, hands on her hips, and awaited her husband's answer. The tired Sudanese government cleric looked at his...
Thank you for the great response to Chapter One! In this chapter I will continue with my story about sharing my best friend's husband, but before returning to my adventures, we will hear Lisa's point of view. That part is written in third person; I hope that's not confusing. ***** Lisa was feeling pretty proud of herself. Her best friend, Evelyn had been...
I was slightly upset when my husband, Jim, informed me that he had an early morning tee time. He had promised me that we would spend the weekend getting to know one another again. "But Margie. I told the guys that I would play golf today. I forgot about telling you we would spend the day together." "You promised!" "I'll try to get home early!" With that,...
My husband and I live in a small, conservative, midwest town. We both enjoy an active sex life and are fortunate that there are some larger cities not too far away - where we can be more anonymous and explore more of our fantasies. My husband Jay is a high school teacher and I (Michelle) am an aide in the elementary school. Up until this point our fantasi...
Weekend Golf I was slightly upset when my husband, Jim, informed me that he had an early morning tee time. He had promised me that we would spend the weekend getting to know one another again. "But Margie. I told the guys that I would play golf today. I forgot about telling you we would spend the day together." "You promised!" "I'll try to get home earl...
The Treasure Chest read the sign above the door to my shop. A shop for the adventurous adult looking for those special toys we sometimes need. Dressed in tight faded blue jeans and a black leather vest I looked rather harmless with my long brown hair tied into a pony tail and hazel eyes. The tattoo on my right shoulder of a bleeding pentacle was about the ro...